"I'm puttin' Steel in as manager at last, an' this is the agreement." "Who advised you to do that ?" said Clara, with an angry flush.
"Well, Johnson's been complainin' of overwork fer some time, but Miss Giltinan decided me.

She's very keen on me openin' up branches in the suburbs." "You place great weight on Miss Giltinan's opinion," said Clara, jealously.
"Ter tell the truth, I do," said Jonah.

"Next ter yerself, she's got the best 'ead fer business of any woman I know." "I don't agree with it at all," said Clara.

"You're the brains of the "Silver Shoe", and another man's ideas will clash with yours." "No fear!" said Jonah.

"I've got 'im tied down in black and white by my solicitors." Clara ran her eye over the typewritten document, reading some of the items aloud.
"'Turn over the stock three times a year'! What does that mean ?" And she listened while Jonah explained, the position of pupil and tutor suddenly reversed.
"'Ten and a half per cent bonus, in addition to his salary, if he shows an increase on last year's sales.'" "'Net profits on the departments not to exceed twenty-five per cent.,'" read Clara in amazement.